"Come on," Tom teases. "Surely you've done this before."

Marc rolls his eyes. "Of course I have."

"When?"

Marc tries to think, which is difficult with Tom perched splay-legged on his lap. The joint dangles, ever so coolly, from a corner of his mouth, enveloping him in fragrant smoke.

"When I was younger," Marc says hoarsely, meaning as young as you; but when Tom leans down, blue eyes glinting, and softly exhales the smoke into Marc's open mouth, Marc digs his fingers into those messy curls and yanks him closer, deciding right now age doesn't matter. He breathes in deeply.

MROOOOOOOOOOOOOOW. <333333333333333333333333 HOW does this pairing make so much sense? It so totally works, every time!

I LOVE THEM TOGETHER! Age-appropriateness be damned - they work!

Pffffhhhh - may I breathe out again????
What a hot way to start the morning! Makes Marian-love okay again.

*giggles* *awwwws* *loves*

I simply sigh at this adorable drabble. This pairing works beautifully. I never realized that smoking weed could be so sensual.

Diana returns to Essen each November. The cemetery tends Julian’s plot, but on this day she joins others bringing flowers and flickering candles to their loved ones’ graves. She knows it’s more for herself than for Julian, being part of this motley community of survivors, and she’s okay with that.

This year, she passes another grave marked by a simple black tombstone. She doesn’t mean to stop, but she can’t help noticing it’s untended, with weeds growing through the tasteful perennials. With a decisive snap, she uproots them and tosses them aside. It’s for Jenny, and she’s okay with that.

Dude. This actually breaks my heart. And reminds me how much I adore Diana, who managed to be a person of integrity without being a superior moralising twit. That image of her tearing the weeds off Jenny's tombstone is so DIANA, and so achingly lovely. Waaah.

Oh Lil, I love this so very much! Non-mascara tears! And word to everything Aldi said about Diana's character and you captured it absolutely perfectly here!

“What on earth gave you the idea of hiding this stuff in my jacket?”

“Well, weed...green, easy to remember,” Florian answered with a sheepish grin.

“Just don't ever touch it again, ok?” Roman glared at him.

“So, it's not about the weed then, it's about the jacket?”, Flo frowned bemusedly.

Jenny chose it for Roman, insisting that he would wear it on many of their nights out.
Much later he understood her hidden agenda. Nothing would proclaim the man at her side to be just her gay best friend more effectively than a green velvet jacket.

bwahahahaha! Perfect backstory for the green velvet jacket!

The green velvet jacket; a token of love. I love it.

"Weed, or marijuana refers to preparations of the Cannabis plant intended for use as a psychoactive drug or for medical purposes. 
The herbal form of cannabis consists of the flowers, leaves and stalks of mature pistillate of female plants. The resinous form of the drug is known as hashish.
The major psychoactive chemical compound in cannabis is Δ9-tetrahydrocannabinol. Cannabis contains lots of different chemical compounds, including other cannabinoids like cannabidiol,  cannabinol and tetrahydrocannabivarin, which can result in different effects from those of THC alone..." (*)
Ah, fuck your doc-speak shit," Mike growled and held out his hand, "pass the spliff already!"


(*) thanks for the info, Wikipedia! 

LOL and pass the spliff already!

Hah! You dirty cheater, with your handy Wikipedia. But still, that last line - LOL. Awesome. And I agree with Mike. Gief spliff!